Yan Luoxi's steps came to a halt at the kitchen doorway. "We"? Such an ambiguous term. Was La Zhuangzhuang trying to make her misunderstand something, or had she already misunderstood?
Li Yeqi's face remained stoic without uttering a word.
La Zhuangzhuang lifted her head, looking at his mild and noble profile. In his military uniform, he exuded a dominating and aggressive aura. However, dressed in a shirt and trousers, his appearance was refined and elegant, captivating countless women.
Yet his deep, dark eyes were like icy pools, unfathomable to her.
Feeling uncertain, she saw the newspaper photo with his face pixelated and knew that he had intervened in the press release from last night.
Why didn't he change the news entirely? Not because he couldn't, but to warn her.
That's why she rushed over early in the morning to apologize, pretending to be unaware of the situation, not wanting to be clumsy and raise his guard against her.
